Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.